“Why?” Adrissu asked, unable to mask the surprise in his voice. “I do want to. Do you not want my help?”
“I don’t want you to have to rearrange your schedule for me,” Braern murmured, looking down at his feet. “It’s... embarrassing, I guess.”
“Braern,” Adrissu said, and the elf glanced up at him nervously. “Do you really think I would rather go to work than spend an entire day fucking you senseless?”
He had not thought it possible for Braern to blush any darker, but somehow the elf managed it. “I—I suppose not.”
“If you don’t want my help, then I’ll let you do whatever it is you need to do for yourself,” Adrissu said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “But it is no inconvenience to me, so if youdowant me there, I’m more than—”
“Please,” Braern blurted out before he could finish, grabbing his hands. “It’s so much worse alone.”
Adrissu could not stop himself from chuckling, despite Braern’s scowl. “I’d be happy to. I promise.” He wrapped one arm around Braern, and the elf leaned closer to him. He felt warmer than usual, but not quite feverish. “Is there anything you need now?”
Braern shook his head. “I’ll still be alright for the rest of the day, I think. It’s usually best to rest up the day before it really hits, though, for... both of us.”
Adrissu chuckled again. “Well, I’ll still drop by the academy in the afternoon so they know not to expect me for the next few days. And I’ll be sure to rest, and to hydrate.” He grinned salaciously at Braern, whose flushed face went a shade pinker.
They went about the rest of their day in much the same way; when Adrissu left after lunch to spend a few hours at the academy, Braern was curled on the couch and wrapped in a blanket with Vesper as he flipped listlessly through a book. When he returned just before sunset, Braern was still on the couch, but had tossed the blanket to the floor and lay sleeping, Vesper coiled on the ground beneath him.
Sick, she thought, starting to slither toward him, as he hung up his cloak and took off his boots.
“He’s not sick,” Adrissu whispered, patting her head lightly. “He’ll be okay.” She felt doubtful, but when he gestured for her to go upstairs to his study, she obeyed.
Braern was still asleep on the couch, laying on his back with his head tossed to one side, hair splayed messily around him. Adrissu approached, and even from a few steps away he could clearly see the outline of the elf’s hard cock pressing against his breeches. Maybe his heat had already begun.
Adrissu knelt next to him and situated himself comfortably, pulling off his outer robe and folding it neatly before pushing it under the couch, then untying the laces of his trousers so they would be easy to remove. He turned toward Braern’s sleeping form and clasped the waistband of his pants.
Braern woke with a start. “A-Adrissu,” he stammered, starting to push himself up into a sitting position.
“Shh,” Adrissu replied, pushing him back down with one hand. Braern started to sit up again, confusion on his face—then Adrissu palmed his erection through his clothes, and Braern moaned, shuddering, and fell back down against the couch. “It’s started?”
Limply, Braern shook his head, allowing Adrissu to undress him now. “No—not quite. Probably tomorrow morning.”
Adrissu wasn’t sure if he believed him. Braern’s cock was rock-hard and sprang up eagerly when Adrissu pulled his pants down. There was a damp spot in the seat of his underwear, and his inner thighs glistened with his own slick. He even smelled different now—less herbal and more musky.
“What’s all this, then?” he murmured teasingly, running one hand up Braern’s thigh. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped from the elf’s lips before he answered.
“It’s notjustthat,” he said. “It makes me feel different, too. It’s hard to explain, I guess, but—oh,fuck.”
Adrissu had taken the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking it gently. Already he tasted salty with precome, and he could feel Braern’s length twitching frantically, as if he’d been teasing him for hours already.
“Adrissu,” Braern whined, one hand grasping mindlessly at the pillow behind his head, and the other coming up to the back of Adrissu’s neck. He slowly lowered his mouth around Braern’s cock, until he felt the tip of it press to the back of his throat. “Gods, this feels so good.”
Adrissu only made a soft noise of agreement, making Braern moan and rock his hips. He had come undone so quickly, already panting and flushed with desire. If this was before his heat even started, Adrissu couldn’t imagine what it would be like when it truly began.
His own body had responded in kind, his cock hard and eager beneath his loosened trousers; but if it would only get more intense, he would wait before he allowed himself to come. Instead, he slid his fingers in the cleft of Braern’s ass; the elf whimpered and spread his legs wider. Adrissu found his entrance easily, and there was no resistance as he slipped one finger inside.
“Fuck!” Braern hissed, bucking against him as if it had been his cock that pressed inside him, instead of a single digit. He groaned as Adrissu added a second, then slapped a hand to his mouth to stifle a cry as a third slipped in just as effortlessly. His entire body trembled with each drag of Adrissu’s tongue against the underside of his cock, and his insides felt hotter and wetter against his fingers than usual. “Fuck, Adrissu, I’m close.”
Adrissu made an encouraging noise in the back of his throat, sucking harder and thrusting in and out of him with long, slow strokes of his fingers. Braern moaned, his cock pulsing hard before flooding Adrissu’s mouth with come. That was much more than usual, too; though Adrissu tried to swallow each spurt, some still overflowed and spilled from his lips, dripping down his chin. Braern whimpered when his cock finally stopped shooting, and Adrissu pulled away to wipe his mouth.
“Your—your hand,” Braern moaned, rocking his hips to push Adrissu’s fingers deeper inside him.
“Still want more?” Adrissu murmured, easing his fingers in and out. Braern nodded desperately, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Adrissu, please.”
“Good boy,” he said, and stifled a smug grin as Braern clenched and pulsed around his fingers. “Asking so nicely. So politely. Even though you want it so badly, don’t you?”
